Can you hear them,
In the quiet, quiet, quiet?
Quiet.
They speak,
Whispering little nothings.
But its never nothing,
Never nothing.
They tell stories,
Tragedies.
Of a great hero,
Destined to save everyone.
But its a tragedy,
After all.
The hero doesn't make it,
To the end.
And a secret,
These whispers told me,
Is that the tragic hero,
Is me.
